It starts with a prickle on the back of my neck, the faint instinct of being watched. I glance around, my tail swishing back and forth from where I sit at the bar, but I'm a bit disoriented from the spectacle of the club I'm in. Strobing lights, pounding music and the crush of bodies dazzle my senses, a fun distraction from the busyness of life that nevertheless dulls my instincts. Which is probably why I jumped so hard when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder, and a quiet voice in my ear saying, “Mind if I join you?”
I turn in my seat, pointed ears burning as I see who's talking (and chuckling) at me. My heart jumps into my throat as I take in the red wolf leaning against the bar, her muzzle turned up in a teasing smile. She sits with fluid grace, her light, fluffy hair bouncing across her shoulders as she scans me up and down. A satisfied smile has me shivering and laughing nervously, and I find myself leaning forward, ears pricked as she speaks, excitedly nodding when she suggests somewhere a bit quieter to talk. I follow her, bouncing on my toes as I do, ignoring the flips in my stomach as nothing more than nerves. Her tail disappears around a corner leading to a dark hallway at the back of the club and I eagerly follow, happy to be out of the overwhelming noise of the main floor
Movement, impact and warmth pressing against my stunned body. She's all over me, pressing me against the wall, kissing and biting along my neck, my fur standing up as I melt into her embrace. My head is still spinning when her hands grip my wrists hard, her strength holding me firmly in place. All I can do is moan and whine, rolling my hips uselessly as the red wolf (I don't even know her name) presses harder against me. I gasp and shiver as I feel the pointed tips of her canines grip my shoulder, shying away from the pressure but unable to move in her iron clutch
Hot breath is the only warning I get before my muzzle is clamped in her jaws, and I'm too stunned to react when her mouth yawns wider and she fully swallows my head. Survivor instinct kicks in and I thrash, my cries nothing more than muffled squeaks from inside her throat. A powerful swallow drags my whole head into her throat, my shoulders compressing to fit in her widening jaws as she pushes down, slurping up my chest in the same motion. She lifts me with insulting ease, pulling me up and off the floor, letting gravity aid in my descent
I'm fully kicking and thrashing now, but my arms are pinned and I feel her almost lazily grab my legs, holding them still as she continues to swallow, my form disappearing more and more with each hungry gulp. Only my tail is free, lashing side to side, the soft, fluffy fur probably more pleasant than irritating for my predator. I'm pushed into her belly, my face pressed against slick, wet flesh as her powerful throat drags me in with terrifying efficiency
In the span of a few seconds I'm completely packed away in the wolf, surrounded by muscles that are already starting to churn and flex around me. I can feel her adjusting to her new center of gravity and I squirm wildly, hoping to do… something, anything. But all that happens is a brief grunt of irritation followed by a powerful squeeze that quickly crushes the fight out of me, my bones grinding painfully against each other as her stomach threatens to smash me to a pulp
I meekly go still, and the organ lets up its pressure, letting me sit heavily at the bottom of her belly. I'm too scared to move at all as the wolf starts to walk, slow and laborious, her hips swaying with each step. I can feel the cold wash of panic in my bones despite the rising heat of my prison, and I start to shiver more and more violently as my mind starts to flare up in terror. Thoughts of my life, my friends, my dreams all flash in my mind’s eye, my heart hammering in my chest, and my blood turns to acid in my veins as I realize I'm never going to get out, that I'm going to die trapped inside of a stranger, that no one will know what happened to me…
A wet sob rips from my throat, my shoulders shaking as I try to remain still. I don't know how much time has passed, but my predator seems to be sitting down… and moaning as I shiver and cry inside of her. I can feel her hands sliding over me, the touch muffled by layers of muscle and fur. A sick feeling settles in my stomach as I realize she must be getting off on this, and another, full-body sob wracks my body, making her belly bounce as I shiver and cry. Her moans are getting louder, and it's heating up inside the wet chamber I'm trapped in, the activity waking the dormant stomach to start producing acids to break down its meal
I'm face down in a growing pool of acid, sobbing as my life is slowly drained from me, and I can hear the wolf's breathing speeding up… and my own body betrays me, a growing heat between my legs impossible to ignore any more… I risk shifting, turning so I'm laying on my back, one hand tucked between my thighs. I feel the walls surrounding me tense, a very real threat, and I meekly relax, letting my hand start to rub and toy with myself
Tears running down my cheeks as I start to pant and whine, the sick, nauseous feeling in my stomach at war with the warm, jittery arousal coursing through my veins. I was so weak, so helpless, so useless against her… she was clearly an expert predator and I fell for her trap without even seeing it… fuck, my hips are rolling and I'm panting, what little air I have being used up as I fuck hand desperately…
…I don't know how much time has passed, or how much time I have left. I'm tired, the strength stolen from my body as red acids rise over my stomach… I see so much orange fur floating around me, but I think I can feel vertebrae slowly softening under me… my last thoughts, messy and jumbled and melting with the rest of me, were hoping that I had at least been a satisfying meal…
